Junkyard

You, me, and all the kings and queens
Buried in the junkyard
And every time a herald cherub sings
We rattle with the car parts
I was born to lie here patiently
Be dragged on by a black star
And you were told to glow majestically
And love until your hands bleed
You stole your mother's whitest gown
Swallowed like a sunbeam
And I stole your father's crusted crown
It shook us like a bad dream
They warned to lie impatiently
Waiting for the big swing
And you were more than dressing for a feast
Eat until your teeth bleed
Oh my royalty my hand goes out to you
You look painfully true
But I saw you cry like you used to laugh
When you looked around, were you looking back
At a lonely love as to sprouting beans
No one's quite as bloom as they play to be
I would love to stay but my work is through
I'm the truest song that was never true

-Page France